Hey guys, so here's another fanfic I probably won't finish lol, I've been an avid Zelda fan for nearly twenty years so I thought this necessary.

It will follow botw with some divergence and poor Lily :(

trigger warning also, mentions of rape and noncon, but nothing explicit

Chapter 1

I'm not entirely sure how to start this, or even if my story merits being told, but I do know is that I now have the freedom to tell it, and for me that is enough.

To begin with let me just say this; I did not want to be his concubine, indeed all five did not choose this life and yet we were forced to live it anyway.

I don't know why he chose me, or how he managed to procure me, but what I do know is that I was another oddity to add to his collection. I was the Fifth Mistress, one of the eldest, sadly, and I was the most rebellious, but that's what happens when you try to force a modern woman into the role of a medieval one.

Hyrule wasn't supposed to be real, I knew the stories, legends I suppose they're called here, and I knew that Link and Zelda always triumphed over Ganondorf. For a time I waited for Link to storm the castle and save me, but that didn't happen. In fact, a lot of things that were supposed to happen didn't happen, and the story I knew so well was so different to the reality I lived. That might have been my fault, or it might've been coincidence, but that also doesn't matter now.

I escaped, and inadvertently set a motion of events into play that no one could've predicted.

Let's start at the beginning shall we?

When the portal first opened up I thought I was hallucinating. Understandable, right? I thought so too, and I also believed myself to be hallucinating when an unrelenting force began pulling me towards it. I was drunk, and Cardiff was cold, and my friends were no where to be seen, I couldn't even recall when I lost them or when the city's building melted away into nothing. I wasn't dressed appropriately for an adventure, but I've come to learn that nothing is appropriate for adventures. They sort of just happen, and I either you go with the flow or get swallowed into nothingness.

I screamed when I got sucked in, naturally, I was terrified, and when I landed it was on a plush carpet that reminded of the colour of blood, a fitting analogy for the location.

There was chanting around me, and with bleary eyes I beheld a sight that shall forever haunt my nightmares.

Ganondorf, in all his glory.

Standing at a staggering 7 and a half feet tall with flaming hair and bulging muscles. He was as menacing as he was intimidating, and already I knew that I wasn't in for what I'd been told in fanfictions.

I wasn't going to live, or at least I didn't think I would, even now I wonder if death would've been a better alternative to what this man made me endure.

"She's pretty," he said in a dark, gravelly voice, "I was expecting a hero, and yet I got a little girl, it is no matter, she shall serve me in her own way," an ominous sentence that I should've paid closer attention to.

I was stripped and washed, forced into silver silks and lace of lingerie before being presented to Ganondorf that very night. I'll spare you the ghastly details, but I will say that I quickly learned my place, whether on the battlefield or in bed.

As I mentioned previously there were others.

His first concubine was Azalea, a towering gerudo woman with skin as dark as night and hair like the sun. She was gorgeous, and the eldest of his concubines at 26. Azalea was clothed in reds and had been in Ganondorf's service the longest, since she was 16. He called upon her when he wanted to be rough, for she was a gerudo and stronger than the rest of us.

The second and third concubines were the twins, Heather and Lavender, dressed in pale purples and greens. Lavender was actually a boy, but Ganondorf didn't care for gender identity, one of his only redeeming qualities, and he was younger than his sister. They were half hylian half gerudo, and had dusky skin with dyed purple hair, but it was they're eye that really stood out. Big, beautiful, and brown, with flecks of gold that glistened in the sun. They were mischievous, and I got along very well with them. They were only 19.

The forth concubine was the most recent one, aside from me, and had only been in service less than a year. Her name was Rose, a pale hylian with long brown curls and vivid green eyes. She wore pink, and was the sweetest thing you'd ever meet. I remember feeling unbridled rage when I found out how old, or young, she was. 15. 15 years old and already a concubine, I knew Ganondorf was a pervert, but I didn't expect him to be a paedophile as well. Unfortunately, he would continue to surprise me.

And then there was me, concubine number five. Lily he named me, and at 22 I was the second oldest he had procured. He forced me to wear white, and despite the demure purity of my namesake I was anything but. Angry and relentless, he called me his "furious flower" sometimes, and I lived up to it. I quickly discovered that Ganondorf had a particular taste for my defiance, and the fact that I wasn't of this world. I almost wished I had an STD, purely to pass it onto him, that bastard.

The five of us were known throughout the castle, the castle that once housed the noble Royal Family, and I never felt so degraded in my life.

I hated it. I hated him. I hated Hyrule. I hated everything and everyone.

I had loved the Legend of Zelda with all my heart, ever since I was a little girl. I had dreamed of exploring Hyrule, and I had loved this world like nothing else.

He took that away from me, so I would take Hyrule away from him.

Those of you that are reading this might vilify me for the life I was forced to lead, others might applaud my bravery, my strength, but I was so deeply set in my resentment, my desire for revenge, that I barely recognised myself that I didn't and still don't care.

Survival has a way of reducing everything to its bones, and this was no different.

Regardless, this isn't important right now, and I suppose you're wondering how exactly I escaped from Ganondorf, Calamity Ganon, or whatever fucking name he takes. Well, I'll tell you, the whole god damn story, with all its ups and downs and sordid details.

It begins in the castle, on the night he lied to me.

I had been in Hyrule for a few months now, my 23rd birthday may have passed but I wasn't sure and didn't really care.

Ganondorf had called me to his chambers once again, I was a bit surprised, it was Azalea's turn in the rotation, but spontaneity was becoming more and more commonplace in the King of Evil and he had requested my presence far more than usual lately.

I bathed, and dressed myself in my silks and lace, and already planning my verbal ammo to throw at him I walked through the endless corridors of sludgy malice and evil servants. The castle was busier than usual, especially at this late hour, usually this time was reserved for dinner, but Ganondorf had occasionally enjoyed eating and fucking at the same time so it wasn't too unsual.

"My furious flower," that fucking nickname was the worst, "thank you for joining me tonight, you must be hungry," he said, gesturing to the feast before him.

I was hesitant, wondering what he wanted in exchange for with Ganondorf his kindness was always conditional.

Slowly, I approached the table, and gently pulled out the chair beside him.

He slammed his hand on the table, and already I knew this was a dangerous game.

I was used to Ganondorf testing me, used to the minute turn in conversation that led to my purpose being fulfilled. Fear was something I grew accustomed to under his service, and it was the slightest change in his demeanour that signalled what type of service I would have to provide.

My seat was his lap, and I tensely sat down.

His breath was hot on my neck, his hands hot and heavy on my barely clothed skin, and though I had grown used to it I still felt my skin crawl with every touch.

I won't tell you what exactly happened next, it's not hard to guess, but once he was done I made a mistake. This mistake was something that I don't regret, though I did for the longest time, I had always been careful not to reveal what I knew of the legends, but Ganondorf had a way of winding me up, of forcing words out of my mouth I never meant to speak.

"That's not how this legend goes!" I wish I could've swallowed my words, I wish I could've done anything else, because it was with that damning sentence that Ganondorf understood my part in this legend, even if I didn't.

He shouted at me, and I saw his triforce large hand swirl with dark magic, my hair standing on end as the electricity sizzled in the air.

Many people have said that what I did was the start of the rebellion, others said that the goddess herself came to me and directed my actions with a divine hand.

I don't claim to understand the goddess, nor did I think to the future, my only concern at that very moment in time was satisfying the bloodlust inside and the desire to escape.

Ganondorf made a grave mistake in underestimating me, one that he never made again.

I straddled his large lap, my feet not even touching the floor, and as Ganondorf leaned forward to kiss me I reacted, one small hand reached to the meat cleaver, and the other to the boiling oil of his meal.

The next few moments were a blur, there was blood, and screams, and by the time I had fled the room, Ganondorf was down one hand and both eyes.

I blinded him, I cut off the hand that held the triforce of power.

Ganondorf thought he was invincible. I knew he wasn't.

It took me two days to escape the castle, hiding in closets and broom cupboards, and when I finally did leave no one dared stop me.

His minions said nothing, did nothing, and to this day I wonder if Ganondorf let me go.

Hyrule was vast, vaster than anything I had ever seen. I got lost a lot, with a pilfered bow and a rusty sword, I managed to find a dark cloak and sell my expensive jewellery. It was enough to buy some suitable clothing, green cloth and worn leathers.

I had escaped Ganondorf's castle, and now I knew what I needed to do.

I had to find Link.